Things are getting out of hand here.
When I left full time work, I had ideas of lazing around and doing a bit of work when the mood took my fancy. Hazy lazy days.
It didn’t work out like that.
My little business that I started up to keep me out of mischief was supposed to be a little business, but it became a big business.
Now I’m trying to make it a little business again, but life isn’t that simple. The buggers keep coming at me.
On top of that, the garden is getting out of hand, and I haven’t time to do anything about it.
And then there is The Book.
There have been a lot of developments on The Book, but I haven’t mentioned them, because you’d probably find it boring.
The bottom line is that the book I have been working on has been put off. It won’t be published for a couple of years, if ever. It’s not that the publishers aren’t happy with it – it’s because I’m not happy with it. They say it needs a bit of polishing – I say it needs rewriting from scratch. The curse of being a perfectionist!
So, in the meantime, I have a contract to fulfil and I have to provide them with something else.
So I wrote a second book. That’s nearly finished, and I hope to be sending them the first draft in the next few days. I sent them a rough draft a few weeks ago, and they are very happy with it. They are even talking about another one before I finish the rewrite of the original one.
This is getting complicated.
Not only is it complicated, but it is all very time consuming.
I’m expecting a client to arrive for a meeting in an hour or so. That means more work.
I have another meeting scheduled for tomorrow. More time gone.
And I have just had an email from another client reminding me about a project that had slipped my mind altogether.
It has reached the stage where I’m thinking of quitting and getting myself a nine to five job.
It would mean less work.